Elliot Deckard could only see the black painted knife because its silvery sharpened edge reflected the red and blue lights of the neon sign at the end of the alley. The man holding the blade was little more than a silhouette standing in the shadows created by the high-rises...

The young mouse ran for his life through The Waste. Any slightly educated human would be able to recognize The Waste as a run of the mill junk yard filled with lots of American Chevys and Fords, littered with piles of steel and aluminum scrap. However, if that human were a mouse being chased by a hungry monster on a moonless night those same vehicles would be black eldritch monoliths made by ancient alien beings they could barely comprehend.